Fabulous Friday

I am so very excited as I sit here to type today's blog entry. Why, I hear you ask? It is the eve of the Inaugural Annual Mother's Group Weekend Away. My Mother's Group friends and I have been saving our pennies into a joint bank account just for this special occasion. We are off for a weekend of no kids, no husbands, no washing, no meals to prepare, no taxi services, no mediating, no tidying up, no behaviour to modify, no whinging to listen to, no other human to consider but ourselves! HEAVEN!! Instead, following a half hour massage each, we will be relaxing in the spa of our penthouse suite at Peppers Resort. We will be sipping wine, eating cheese, laughing, indulging and engaging in some well deserved R&R...I can't wait!!! Man, it is going to be hard to come home.

On the flip side of me going away for a weekend of indulgence is of course the reality that Mat will be left alone with the kids. Now, I know what you are thinking, "he is their Dad, things will be fine" blah blah blah. Let me share some tales with you that may help you consider my position of concern:

We went on a Mum's Group camping trip. One particular afternoon us Mums went for a walk out into the lake (waist deep most of the way across) and left the kids with the dad's back at camp. There was a slight miscommunication (or lack of cognitive functioning on Matthew's behalf) and he allowed Sophie to come to the lakeside ALONE looking for me. I was unaware of this until the fellow Mums and I began walking back to shore. At least 50m out Sophie meets us in the water! ALONE! UNSUPERVISED! in the water. I naturally had a heart attack and could do nothing more than visualise tearing Mat a new one. Lucky for him, we were in public!

Then there are just the most recent events like serving up hot hot hot porridge to Sophie and telling her to wait for it cool down. What 4 year old will sit patiently and be able to comprehend how long it will take to cool the porridge down? None! The end result was Sophie's burnt tongue and my tongue lashing Mat for not having the foresight to see she would burn her mouth on hot porridge.

Then there was him running the bath for the kids the other night. He doesn't wait to get the temperature right then let the kids in. Oh no, he lets Soph hop in immediately to which I hear "It's hot Daddy, hot hot hot". Einstein doesn't get Sophie out until he balances the temperature though, he lets her stay in there! Then the best part is he puts the kids in the bath then buggers off out to the lounge room! What are you high or something??!! I politely, well no, bluntly, tell Mat to get back to the freakin bathroom and supervise the kids. Elliott is 1 for goodness sake "Oh he'll be right" is the response I get. Agggghhhh!

Oh, God, this list just goes on, but this isn't a husband bashing session so I will stop there. It was just a snippet of information to highlight why I am a little concerned about leaving the kids with him. Thankfully though, my prayers have been heard and Mat's Mum called the other night to invite Mat and the kids up for the weekend. Elaine has raised 4 kids of her own so I am more than confident Sophie and Elliott will be in safe hands with her. Phew! Relaxation, here I come!!